The Monsters that Kill the Nightmares - Part IV: April 2006
April 2006
A soft thud could be heard as Sam’s head hit the wall, the force of Dean’s shove nearly impossible to overpower. Dean lips were hot and wet on Sam’s, tongue searching his mouth, hips grinding together until Sam was moaning into the kiss.
“Please…” Sam pleaded, for what he didn’t know, so lost in the moment though he didn’t really care.
“Please what, Sammy? What do you want to do? Hmm? What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t… I don’t know… just gah…” he hissed as Dean’s hips ground into his roughly.
“You don’t know?” …a bite on Sam’s bottom lip… “maybe I’ll just have to tell you what to do then?” …a kiss and lick across Sam’s jaw… “Would you like that, Sammy?”
“Yes, please, yes…” he gasped, heart pounding in his chest, breaths ragged and drawn out.
A soft kiss to his lips and then Dean was pulling away. “On your knees then.”
Sam sank to his knees dutifully, glancing up at Dean for his next instruction. Dean braced his arms against the wall, tilted his face down, eyes searching for Sam’s. “You ever given a blowjob, Sammy?”
A blush crept across his cheeks as Sam shook his head. “Never needed to…”
“Think you could do it?” Dean tried to throw concern into his voice, but he was so hard at this point there wasn’t much but lust coming through.
“Do I have a choice?” Sam said it flippantly, like he didn’t think he really did have one.
Dean’s gaze darkened, his eyes fixing on Sam’s. He reached down, grabbing Sam’s chin, forcing the younger man to look at him. “You always have a choice, Sammy. I mean if I told you to suck me, you could say no. Not that you would, but you could if you wanted to.”
“And what makes you think I’m not gonna say no?” he was trying to put on a show now, didn’t want to surrender so easily, but Dean knew better.
“You keep glancing at my dick like its fucking ice cream,” he practically growled out. He let go of Sam’s chin, hand trailing along his neck to tangle his fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. “So do us both a favor, and blow me.”
Sam gasped as Dean released the tight grip on his hair, hands sliding up Dean’s legs to rest on his hips. Dean’s hips barely rut into the thin air, gently encouraging Sam to do go for it.
Sam’s tongue darted out, licking across the crest and Dean hissed at the sudden texture of Sam’s tongue. “That’s it, baby, just like that.” He threw his head back when Sam wrapped his lips around him, teeth accidentally scraping the sensitive flesh, and Sam tried to sooth the sting with his tongue. It was wet and messy but Sam went for it, mouth and hand working over Dean until he was about ready to burst. What Sam lacked in experience he made up for with enthusiasm. He took Dean as deep in his throat as he could before he was gagging, tears leaking from his eyes as any effort he gave to keep from crying failed. Dean pulled him off then, brushed a thumb across his cheek to wipe at the tears. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself. It’s a blowjob, not the Olympics.”
Sam choked out a laugh and smiled at Dean. “Do I get to finish my work?” he smirked.
“Nah, I got other plans for how we’re gonna do that. And for that, you need to get your perky little ass on the bed.” He pulled Sam up for a rough and chaste kiss before shoving him in the direction of the queen sized bed in the room. Sam sprawled across it, his 6’ 4” frame almost too large for the bed. He crossed his hands behind his head and leaned up, cocky smile plastered across his face.
“Well?”
“Oh you think you’re so cute don’t you?” chided Dean, “maybe I should teach you a lesson? Teach you some patience? Roll your ass over, pretty boy; you’re in for a long night…”